I almost finished writing it in tears today.

Thirteen and Fourteen are the two little turtles I have in reality, the Brazilian tortoise, and the two little ones are only the size of the palms of a small baby.

I have been raising for more than half a year, at first the two little ones were very lively, in the box, on the table, in the water, they were all very high crawling and moving, I never thought that the turtle could climb so fast!

It was still hot, not so cold, and it was really cold this winter.

Later, Fourteen's eyes couldn't be opened, and his little paws kept wiping his eyes, which made people feel distressed. I checked for a long time and thought it was a white membrane eye, cephalosporic water and erythromycin eye ointment rubbed my eyes, and gradually opened my eyes, and I didn't see a white membrane, so I was relieved. It seems to be better, and from time to time I use the lamp to shine, and I am willing to open it.

The weather is getting colder, and the two little ones are finally less skinny, and most of the time they begin to sleep in their shells. I was afraid that the water would be too cold, and I saw some people on the Internet saying that Brazilian turtles should be dried up.

Just take a shower from time to time, throw some food, and touch it to see if it's still alive.

The end of 2018 was really difficult, and things at home broke out one after another, and they were very busy.

When I got home, I was fine, still alive.

Two days ago, I gave food and added water, but I didn't eat a bit.

I looked for a job for two months during the Chinese New Year, but I didn't find it, and I just started a new working career recently. Beginners, don't understand, don't have money, and are far away from home.

Last night, I was preparing for the first day of work, and my daughter-in-law cried and told me that I was not moving at fourteen.

It's really not moving.

Its small claws on its limbs were stretched out, stiffening. His head seemed to shrink, stiff, and his eyelids were shriveled.

It's really dead.

I put Thirteen in warm water for the first time, and fortunately, it was still alive, fluttering in the water, as lively as yesterday.

Fourteen's body was in the little box they had hibernated, and Thirteen had been put back in the "turtle room" we had made out of large bottles, and the two pebbles had been washed clean, and now only one little one was on it.

Today I went downstairs to dig up some soil in the flower bed and buried Fourteen.

I didn't want it to lie alone in a strange land, so I buried it in that familiar little box.

Now it is placed in the living room and sealed with plastic wrap.

I never thought I would have a deep affection for this little guy who was bought for 25 yuan.

However, I was really uncomfortable.

Life and death are always too uncomfortable.